White, truly white, almost like she had albinism.
This was Dorothy's first impression of the girl beside her, but she quickly laughed at herself for the thought. After all, witches, being ultimate creatures, couldn't possibly get albinism.
The girl by her side was undoubtedly a beauty, since the average attractiveness level within the Witch Race was very high. The looks of previous-life celebrities, even after being beautified, would be considered nothing special among witches.
But the pure white girl next to her was a rare beauty even among witches, the second most beautiful witch Dorothy had ever seen in her life.
Uh, as for the most beautiful?
It was, of course, herself.
Pure white hair, pale skin, and even her eyebrows and eyelashes were white. This delicate and lovely girl was so white she seed to almost shine.
Furthermore, her temperant was untainted and holy. rely looking at her, Dorothy began to hear illusions of Holy Songs chanting in her ears, and vaguely saw deities bowing at the girl's head, Angels circling around, Holy Light descending...
Even the girl's previously empty back now seed to have six pairs of holy and beautiful white Wings spreading out, with Feathers of Light gently falling down. Dorothy reached out to catch a Feather of Light that was drifting down beside her, but the mont it made contact with her hand, it disappeared.
A hallucination?
Dorothy frowned slightly, guessing. However, she soon overturned that guess as a realization flickered in her eyes.
She belonged to those witches with high Inspiration, who could usually see the essence of things through their appearances, and see things ordinary people couldn't.
Therefore, those illusions of Holy Songs and Angels were probably the workings of her Inspiration, accidentally glimpsing into a part of the pure white girl's hidden traits.
This was a highly evolved Angel Witch.
However, no sooner had she seen this evolutionary spectrum did she et a high-rank evolved witch modeled after an Angel, talk about a strange twist of fate.
Dorothy understood, so she began to apologize.
"Sorry if I've offended you. I haven't quite mastered controlling my Inspiration yet," she said.
Peering into soone's secrets is always a breach of etiquette, no matter where. Although it was inadvertent, offense was offense, and a polite apology was fitting.
Moreover, such a highly evolved witch must have already sensed her involuntary glimpse of Inspiration, and being proactive in apologizing was better than waiting to be asked to apologize.
As for Dorothy's apology, the pure white girl tilted her head and remained silent, just giving her a more serious look.
The next mont, Dorothy also sharply felt a sensation of being scrutinized, though this scrutiny was not overly intrusive, but was done with a subtle touch, so after frowning for a mont, she didn't attempt to block it.
Was this a matter of reciprocation? With that, they were even, which seed fair enough.
Dorothy thought to herself.
She shrugged her shoulders, feeling that the purely white and holy girl had quite a temperant, seeming not so easy to get along with.
But what did that have to do with her? After all, they were rely strangers who had t by chance, and there was no likelihood of further entanglent between an ordinary witch like her and soone who was clearly such an important figure.
She simply took a step back, letting the other party pick up the book first.
The pure white girl reached out and activated the Array on the bookshelf, and quickly, complex Magic Array patterns unfolded in front of the shelf, with nurous pages and texts erging from the Array and ultimately being bound into a brand-new book.
It was "Witch Bloodline Talent Specialty Evolution Chart Detailed Explanation."
And the original book on the shelf remained intact in its place.
This was common knowledge when buying books in the Witch World bookstores. Books displayed on the shelves are the originals owned by the shopkeeper, while custors purchase magically produced copies.
After the pure white girl backed away with her book, Dorothy stepped forward and touched the spine of the evolutionary spectrum, infusing a trace of Magic Power.
The array on the bookshelf reappeared, but Dorothy didn't opt to replicate a physical book copy like the pure white girl did, after all, physical books are expensive these days, and they take up a lot of space at ho, not everyone has a huge private library to store their collection of books.
Dorothy pulled out her spellbook from the magic satchel she carried, which was a fairly unpretentious to, unlike Alice's girly, gold-and-silver-embellished, glittering cute pink cartoon cover. This book's cover was just a simple black base with "Witch's Notes" written in Chinese characters, and below it was a simple silhouette of a witch on a broomstick, wearing a large witch hat and flying.
Placing the spellbook in the center of the bookshelf array, Dorothy chose to download. Soon, the air was filled with words flying into her spellbook, and an additional page appeared in it.
This is the correct way for a standard witch to purchase books, ah. The downloadable version is convenient to read and cheaper. Only true book lovers or those wealthy fools with more money than sense who like to show off would buy physical books.
She, Dorothy, was undoubtedly a book lover, but her ager funds made everyone look like a big spender, especially the pure white girl before her—obviously a wealthy lady from a large family.
Damn it, once I save enough for a house, I'm definitely going to set up a big library and collect a bunch of physical books too.
She thought bitterly to herself.
After buying the books, Dorothy didn't linger. She turned to leave, intending to chase after her naive younger sister, who was still oblivious to the quiet atmosphere of the bookstore, unaware that her elder sister had fallen behind, and just kept leading the way quietly.
"Wait....."
The sound behind her, like a holy song, made her stop in her tracks. Dorothy turned around with a puzzled look at the pure white girl who had called out to her.
"Is there sothing?"
Dorothy didn't speak, but her eyes conveyed the emotion.
Only her eyes were hidden behind large black-rimd glasses, so she hoped the other party could see them clearly.
"Sophia, my na is Sophia."
The pure white girl didn't speak either, but her voice clearly reached Dorothy's mind.
"Oh...."
Dorothy nodded, still sowhat confused.
What's going on? I didn't ask what your na was, so why are you telling this?
She really is a weird one.
That's what she thought internally, but she still nodded politely to show she understood, then turned once more to leave.
"Wait...."
The voice, as pleasant as a holy song, rang out again.
What now?
Dorothy turned again, slightly impatient this ti.
"Tell your na, you are worthy of rembering your na."
The voice of the pure white girl echoed in her mind again, the girl's tone full of obvious pride, as if Dorothy was being graced by her acknowledgnt.
Tch, whoever wants that 'honor' can have it.
That's what Dorothy scoffed internally. But after a mont's thought, and adhering to the principle that it's better to avoid unnecessary trouble, she spoke.
"Dorothy."
Then, without any attachnt, she turned and quickly walked away.
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